[BATTLE] ERIK VS MUSTAPHA

[lou]

ROUND 1
ERIK VS MUSTAPHA
BATTLE COMMENCE

[murk1]

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The stale scent of salt water hung in the air

[/color] as Erik slowly trekked along the entrance of the cave. A pleasant feeling was brought back to him as he took a deep breath of the air he was most familiar with. It calmed him, telling his haywire nerves to rest for a moment because everything was fine. He wasn't about to go into the very heat of the war, wasn't about to do the very thing he despised. With every step he took, every deep inhale of the salty air he associated with home, he grew ever calmer.

Something felt strangely heavy in his hand, a cold - foreign - piece of metal that felt awkward being held by him. Looking down to it, he was reminded of the gun that rested against his palm. Guns were definitely not his weapon of choice, but then again he didn't exactly like fighting either. Just looking down at the black tool entwined with his hand made him sick. To keep himself from grimacing - or, worse, letting it drop to the ground forgotten - Erik let his other hand reach up and ruffle the feathers of the blue-and-white bird propped atop his head. He earned himself a quiet chirp in response as the Altaria's beak slightly nudged his hand.

All it took was the sound of a crack to make Erik flip around, startling the Altaria off his head and aiming the gun at the noise. Any sense of serenity he had managed to build was shattered in a moments happening as words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

" Do you have authorization to be here? "

Silently he hoped that whoever it was did, so that he wouldn't have to take his chances with the heavy weight now in both of his hands. Guns don't kill people - humans do.
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[ozy]

[cs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=width, 350] i'd rather forget and not slow down,
[atrb=style, padding: 10 0 0 0, btable][atrb=style, margin: 0 10 0 0][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width, 100] TAGS Erik Sven Alejandro, played by Murk. COUNT Eight hundred seventy-one NOTES Trinidad used Air Slash. Mustapha uses run away.	[atrb=bgcolor,66CCCC][atrb=cellspacing, 7, btable][atrb=width, 3]	[atrb=width,350] Where’s the melancholy? Are these sheep blind? Unresponsive eyes scanned the lab equipment, just because. There was nothing to be obtained from his idling about. Everything to be read was in military-scientific jargon and probably codified by league intelligence. Certainly, aside from more land to hold up in, there was something important in the seafoam caverns. Experience lent its worth to the pen. Sure, Mustapha was ignorant to the purpose of the President’s laboratory. The high-grade machinery still found a place among the rest of the nazim’s writing muses. Science was interesting regardless. It was probably why the caves felt rather cheery. Perhaps the tropical weather seeped into the cold, damp walls. These islands reminded him of Rustboro. While the city citizens found pleasures in propaganda, these scientists found pleasure in experimentation. Both served the same master, Moloch. Or, his current incarnation, Blaine. “Trinidad, you think Cora was right?” The swanna returned to her trainer’s legs, looked up at him, and blinked. It was the most obnoxious, passive-aggressive expression the swan ever gave him. He forgot he was speaking to Cora in pokémon form. The boy recalled an everlasting question: if a man speaks his mind in the woods, and no woman hears him, is he still wrong? A cave was as detached from civilization as a forest. Still, Mustapha did not get the benefit of the doubt. Cora’s spirit followed him wherever he went in the form of his white bird. His shoulder had not recovered from her yanking it away from the library’s front door. His mind had not recovered from the piles of busywork she tried to distract him with. In the end, he followed the inconspicuous Magenta and left his worrying cohort home. Mustapha needed to escape what needed him most: Canalave. Just for a while. His idea of a relaxing vacation was the belly of the beast, Kanto, amid sure-to-happen firefights and destruction. Screw irony. Mustapha knew his actions were asinine. The Canalave mayor reached down, picked up his bird, and proceeded to leave the laboratory. He was directionless but anticipating. Anytime now, the lux navies would engage him and other “lawless” personalities. The young adult expected to be shot at but carried no weapons, lending more to idea that this vacation was suicide. Not so long ago, he slipped out of the uniform disguise he entered this premises with. What did he need it for if an alarm was sure to be pulled? Guadeloupe engaged the ten scientists that oversaw this part of the island. The poor souls were probably dead, but in truth, were they not already? Whether or not these folks were guided by their dreams of scientific splendor, they were actually shepherded by the whims of a crazy, old, glasses-wearing monarch. Those truths routed his murderous sorrows. From Mustapha’s grip, Trinidad straightened the boy’s turban with her wings. He replied with a kiss to the spot just before her beak. They felt comfortable on this lifeless island of automated evil. The air was more flavorful than the slightly polluted docks of their homeport. The nazim’s mind too was soothed by the environment. He found himself in a familiar area that he could navigate. A certain spot he recalled would be the perfect setting to bunker down. The teenage Sinnoh soul skipped in the cavern’s corridors, as if this was all a game. He knew it wasn't, but his mind was focused. Frolicking kept him from flipping all sorts of poop. He stopped mid-skip, feeling sprain in his ankle. The boy hopped on the healthy foot and removed the sprain by rolling his lowest joint. The result was a resounding (and quite rapturous) crack. In a second, he had a gun pointed his way and a panicked question fired at him. Shit, Lux already? This corridor was too narrow to hold up his own against a gun-wielding official. No doubt, the anxiety was on and his bird began to shake in his football hold. In that moment, he was reminded of his ideology and sense of identity. He was the Nazim of Canalave and a bureaucrat of the Sinnoh’s Nox Headquarters. At only the age of eighteen, the man was gifted surely. He spent many worthwhile years that wouldn’t been for naught if he was shot at just then. He finally recalled his family’s tradition and beliefs, and the reason why he wore his headdress. Fear was not for the weak. It was for the poor. Mustapha responded beneath that conflict of natural anxiety and ideological assurance. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Authorization. Consent. What about choice?” He threw his swanna into the air who recovered at once. This was not the time to have a chat. Mustapha needed to save himself and then worry about subduing this lawful evil. “Trini, Air Slash at his gun!” At once, the nazim turned in the opposite direction and began to run. He looked back though to mind his pokémon. The white bird gracefully swung her right wing, which began to glow light blue. The reaction caused a cutting-the-air sound and the more important saw-like blade of air rushing towards the lux’s hands. Then, Trinidad chased her trainer because he left her to die that jackass.
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[cs=3] coded by JIN of PRE & GS

[murk1]

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Events unraveled all at once.

[/color] The crack turned out to be exactly what Erik was afraid it was - an actual human that, as far as he was concerned, was up to no good. A frown crossed Erik's features, as his grip tightened on the handle of the pistol. It yelled something, a statement that made his frown deepen.

Nox. Somehow a few of them had managed to slink past whoever was still out at sea, and now were starting to enter. " It's a laboratory, not a local park. " He had to yell to make sure he was heard, putting most of his energy into making his voice be stronger than he felt. As the Swanna flew forwards, the Altaria atop his head dropped down. She summoned up a cotton guard, a flurry of cotton balls surrounding the usually fluffy areas, making them harder than what she was used to.

The move softened the blow of the air slash, but it still sapped at her energy. Then, the Swanna turned tail and fled - to where the two hoped that the trainer had disappeared as well. Using one hand to fish out a new pokeball, Erik threw out the Togekiss. " Extremespeed. Try to catch up to them. " He knew they were Nox, with how they ran away at the mentioning of authorization. Theodore nodded before zooming off after the Swanna, followed by Erik and Allie.
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[ozy]

[cs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=width, 350] i'd rather forget and not slow down,
[atrb=style, padding: 10 0 0 0, btable][atrb=style, margin: 0 10 0 0][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width, 100] TAGS Erik Sven Alejandro, played by Murk. COUNT Four hundred six NOTES Guadeloupe used Rock Slide and Psychic. Mustapha again used run away ;D	[atrb=bgcolor,66CCCC][atrb=cellspacing, 7, btable][atrb=width, 3]	[atrb=width,350] Stay calm, Nazim. His cool faded with each staccato step. A map of memory unfolded in his head, but retracing steps was a bit difficult when an armed hound trailed close. How could Mustapha yank this pooch’s leash with a gun aimed at his skull? This life-or-death question needed answering quick, or the buzzer will ring and Mustapha’ll lose out on the grand prize: survival. Canalave would be fulfilled in knowing their leader was fleeing, tail between legs, through a rabbit hole once filled with technobabble and pretension. This just in! Their faraway leader offed by some faceless lux soldier. Well, not faceless for long if he managed to take out the port city mayor. Impatient, scattered thoughts caused a mental traffic jam and made the teen dizzy. By this time, his pace reached a point where he didn’t need to think about hastening. The puppy’s words played-back, full volume, in his head: “…laboratory, not a local park.” Why couldn’t these conflicts play out through organized debate? Mustapha had more confidence in his wit than his battling skill. He perceived an echo of his own footsteps, which grew so frequent its rate became twice that of Mustapha’s stride. Damn, is he a jolteon? He slowed slightly to turn his head back but could only see his swan running him down. In seconds, the pokémon passed him like a bullet, for another force was gunning behind them. A flash of white shocked him to the ground. The mayor tripped on his own two feet and went crashing in an embarrassing roll forward. His roll settled at the feet of his stationary swan. Quickly, the mayor unhooked a ball from his waist and raised it high to meet the white speedster. “Guadeloupe, rock slide!” By the time the flying pursuer reached its targets, a cascade of boulders barred its approach. About a dozen rocks rained down from the cave’s top to its bottom. Mustapha was unsure if he caught the winged cannonball, so he made sure. “Now, psychic!” The boulders stopped mid-air, each of them lined with a psychic aura. Without delay, the rocks shot out towards the togekiss’s direction like a blanket of bricks. Uncaring of the result, Mustapha rose to his feet and continued his flight. Both of his pokémon chased him towards the laboratory he started in. As he neared the room, he felt his cool returning. Canalave’s golden child could not fall so soon.
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[cs=3] coded by JIN of PRE & GS

[murk1]

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Theodore was not expecting for his actions to be halted so

[/color] suddenly by a hard force. At first, it seemed that the cave was going to collapse in on itself - and the Togekiss was scared that he was surely going to be crushed under one of the enormous boulders until they stopped midair. There was a curious purple lining to them, and before Theodore could turn around and attempt to flash away as quickly as he had appeared, he was not nearly that fortunate. Unlike what he had initially thought, that the rocks barreling towards him wouldn't hurt nearly as much as he had thought, the sting spread throughout his body and effectively grounded him.

It only took mere moments before the Altaria showed up, followed quickly by the Lux trainer. Sighing, Erik recalled the Togekiss for the time being as he brought out Monroe, who seemed none-too-pleased to be within the depths of a cave. The sound of fast footsteps was unmistakable, the only the that Erik had to utter was " agility, " before the Masquerain took off down the corridor.

He wasn't sure about what he was going to do the moment he actually happened to catch up to the mysterious Nox soldier - but what he was certain that the other must have done something other than trespass to be running the way he was. If anything Erik was stubborn to keeping up on the chase just to figure out what the character did.
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[ozy]

[cs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=width, 350] i'd rather forget and not slow down,
[atrb=style, padding: 10 0 0 0, btable][atrb=style, margin: 0 10 0 0][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width, 100] TAGS Erik Sven Alejandro, played by Murk. COUNT Four hundred twenty-one NOTES Tobago used stealth rock. Mustapha used cheesy joke.	[atrb=bgcolor,66CCCC][atrb=cellspacing, 7, btable][atrb=width, 3]	[atrb=width,350] The foreigner slowed to a hurried walk as he re-entered Blaine’s tyrannical toy-box. The legends had forsaken him surely. Of all of the possible trenches and foxholes on this damned island, he would get the nerd nirvana. Everything robust covered the cavern’s walls. All the while, delicate machinery and office desks operated as obstruent litter. He took a second to note how excessive the whole lot looked. Couldn’t all this be replaced with a laptop and a bean bag? A stray thought of his: this clutter resembled their bureaucracy. It brought more than a smile to his face. Mustapha loved his own jokes. Cora would like it here. And, in that thought, he began to ignore his useless surroundings. “Guadeloupe?” The nazim turned full circle only to see his swanna and nothing else. Now, the Sinnoh leader had definitely escaped all due to that mind-reading pebble, right? If it could actually read minds and was hiding from him, he now knew that his trump card was a jerk. Trinidad rose a wing to rub the bridge of her beak, while pointing upward at the hiding meteor. Guadeloupe had taken it upon itself to spin like a ceiling fan above the nazim’s head. It caused quite a fright when the teen looked up to greet a spinning, stony guillotine. The mayor held his chest and returned the daft rock to its pokeball. “Trinidad, behave. I’m bringing out Tobago, you hear?” The swanna cried in a panic, echoing throughout the spacious cave. She began to slap her wings against his legs in protest. Overlooking this, the nox elite released his barnacle pokémon to the room. Tobago promptly stretched its tentacles full length, each limb about three feet long. It was no surprise to Mustapha that his swanna was frightened by this and proceeded to hide from the former fossil behind his legs. “Quick, stealth rock that entrance.” The entrance was about the same height as a garage door which was troubling. The barnacle pointed its eight arms at the room’s only exit. Pointed rocks emerged from the ground and ascended to the top of the entryway. A little bit more automated than a regular rock slide, this would give him time to react. Mustapha was kind of boxed into a corner after all. His swanna was scared about something else though. “I need you to be strong.” He said, not even looking down to face her. He could see a faint sight growing clearer with each second. It was now time to fight.
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[lou]

VICTOR: MUSTAPHA

+ 300 to Nox